Jane gasped 'They'll see me. Loose me, Saul.'
She pushed me by, and ducked downstair
With half the pins out of her hair.
I went inside the lit room rollin'
Her scented handkerchief I'd stolen.
'What would you fancy, Saul?' they said.
'A gin punch hot and then to bed.'
'Jane, fetch the punch bowl to the gemmen;
And mind you don't put too much lemon.
Our good friend Saul has had a fight of it,